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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[At a great big old wooden desk, that is suddenly appearing on the Plane, sits Dorothy. And she looks... well, sort of miserable, actually! That's different!

She's shuffling papers around at the desk, trying to sort them into piles and make sense out of the mess in front of her. It does not appear to be going well. Also on the desk are a large lamp (Tiffany?), a sprout of some sort of unidentifiable plant in a flowerpot, and a cold sandwich with one bite taken out of it. The sandwich-- roast beef on rye-- looks like it's been there for a while.

After a few minutes, she puts her head in her hands and just sighs. She could use a little help, maybe. Or just a distraction. Or a drink. Whatever!]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[someone else could use a distraction, too, so have a Handy messing with the things on your desk]

Everything all right?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she's a little startled by the voice-- clearly she was off in her own world, which honestly shouldn't shock anybody-- but she gives Handy a thin little smile in response. If she doesn't answer the question, then she doesn't have to say! Hooray!]

I've got something for you.

[She pushes the flowerpot towards him on the desk.]

Guess what that is?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[puts down the trinket he was playing with]

For me? Really?

[he examines the flowerpot, and he smiles a little, uncertainly]

It's a book, isn't it?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Henry. [She rolls her eyes and sits back in her chair]

It's a lunchbox tree. Well, it will be, given enough water, sunlight, and tender loving care.

[She tilts her head, looking him over]

Thought for sure you'd get it right away. You must be distracted. What's up?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Enter growed-up Henrietta with her perpetual pint of ice cream. By way of greeting,] All right, Dorothy?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She looks up-- and doesn't really recognize her! But the girl seems to know her name, so.]

Hello. [blink.] You have ice cream.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sits on an unoccupied corner of the desk, looking the plant over now, smiling]

Is it? Oh, that's brilliant.

[looks over at Dorothy, grinning]

Thank you.

[and then frowns]

Didn't you say something about magical soil before? Will it be able to grow if it's not in Oz?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

It'll grow no matter where it's planted. Don't know if it'll bear any fruit, though, in a normal Earth country.

[thinks for a second, her arms folded over her chest. Hmm.]

I can bring you dirt from Oz, if you think you'll need it, but everything's got the potential for magic. I could try a spell on the place you'll plant it, if you want.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[playing with the plant]

Or maybe I could just plant it here?

[he looks back at Dorothy]

After all, you brought it, you should be able to share it, too.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she gives a thin smile and shrugs]

Don't know if you could really plant anything in the so-called "ground" here. Plus, I'm not sure these fake stars would be a healthy enough substitute for real sunlight. But I guess we could try, if you like.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, there's a beach I've heard. And a forest around here, too. So it's not impossible.

[shrugs]

Or maybe it is. I don't know.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[....blink] There's a forest here?

[Okay she's starting to cheer up a little. Or maybe it's just her getting excited. Both, possibly!]

We have to see the forest.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[small grin] It might even have a lake.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh, Henry. Henry.

[abruptly standing up from her chair]

We have to find this place, Henry. We have to find it now.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[startled]

Oh, all right.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Great!

[stomping purposefully around the desk, she grabs his wrist and starts dragging him off, before stopping abruptly]

...Which way?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[before he can respond, he's being dragged across the Plane and then screeching to a halt]

I think....

[he looks around himself, trying to get his bearings]

I think, it's that way. [he points at 10 o'clock]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[mumbles] That way...

[Annnnnnd they're off! Again! Boy, she really seems to be determined. Wonder what THAT'S all about!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he's being dragged off some more. he would say something, but he's busy being confused and dragged around]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She would say something, but she's busy dragging him around while she hustles off in the direction Handy pointed out! Eventually though she lets him go so she can march faster. She's just gonna assume he's keeping up.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he stops for a moment, confused, then hustles to catch up]

You like you're on a mission.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Trees exist that I haven't climbed, Henry, if that's not a mission, I don't know what is.

[Possibly she's covering for something, but she's not lying! She doesn't lie. Ever. EVER!!]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...oookay.] Yeah. What're you doing?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[...crap.] Paperwork. Sorry, do I know you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...bloody hell, it's everyone, isn't is?